I'm with Trippin'. Sounds like rapid cycling. Which, of course, sucks. I've had spells of it, but have to say, in going through a month-long mixed episode, found it to be a whole 'nother beastie. It was gawdawful. Massively depressed, and utterly hopeless, but with lots of anger and tons of negative energy. All at once. Add in a couple of full-on melt-downs (not talking flip-outs, no idea how many of those there were) and mix till well-blended. O.M.G. Not sure if I've ever done such near-nonstop scathing rants and muttering at myself (and that's saying something, because that's something I do all the time). Self-loathing was through the roof and the energy made it excruciating. I wanted to crawl out of my skin, rip my brain out and maybe slam myself into a wall at about 120mph. More than ideation and knowledge, you-know-what flashed visually through my mind on a regular basis. It.was.bad.

I'd had bursts of such a state many many times previously. But to have it go on and on? Indescribable.

I don't know how BF managed to not throw me in a cage.

I'd certainly have been safer in one.

As far as meds, I can't help. I was thousands of miles from my psych at the time.